The thing about kissing Kyan Dy is how soft his lips are, and how good he can use his mouth. I quickly pull back when I realize what I'm doing.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
What did I just do?
His eyes are wide and he's as flabbergasted as I am.
I push him slightly away. "Oh my God. I'm so sorr-"
"Don't be." He interrupts.
Then he pulls my tie and crashes his mouth to mine.
Fuck.
His mouth is intoxicating. His tongue slides over mine and he grips the counter behind me, forcing our bodies to collide. I gasp when his hand finds its way to my legs and grips it.
He tastes exactly like the coffee we drank, only so much better.
He lifts my legs and I sit myself on the counter. He deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss. A kiss that feels like he's been wanting for a long time.
Maybe I have been too.
My hands find their way to his button-up and I place them on his chest, caressing them. I circle my thumbs around his nipples and he groans while his tongue licks my upper lip.
Everything seems so hot. I'm starting to sweat, and seems like he is too.
I trail my hands down his abdomen, feeling the muscles underneath his wet shirt. He pants, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
He lets go of the kiss and transfers his mouth down my neck. I whimper and bite my lip, trying to contain my volume. He sucks on my neck ardently.
"Don't worry, Rodriguez." He tells me. "It's just us here. You can be as loud as you want."
I pull my legs against his hip so that he's even closer to me.
I feel something poking my pants, and when I realize what it is, I gasp quietly. I grind my ass against his erection and we both groan in unison.
"Oh, fuck." I slur out. Kyan snickers as he rubs his bulge against me. "Never knew the youngest of the Dy children would be into dry humping." I tease.
"Trust me, you don't know how much I want to be fucking inside you right now." He growls.
I start to unbutton his shirt, both of our bodies craving eachother. When I unbutton all of the buttons, I am unable to do anything but stare. He sees my expression and smiles maliciously. "I can tell you've been fantasizing about this."
He's damn right.
His hands start to unbutton my shirt too, but then he stops.
"Wait, are you sure this is okay?" He asks. How can a man be so hot, and asks for consent?
"Shut up and kiss me," I command and he does. We finally remove our shirts and he helps me take off my pants and underwear. When I'm wholly naked, lying on the counter, he stops and looks at all of me.
I blush in vulnerability. I half expected him to judge me, or be disgusted, but instead, he says. "My God, you're beautiful." And he lifts my legs and places them on his shoulders.
His pecs bounce as he unbuckles his belt and slides off his pants, revealing his erection under his underwear.
Oh God.
"Not yet," He says when he sees my pleading expression. "I need to savor this moment."
He then leans on top of me and starts licking my neck, down to my chest. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and I sob in pleasure. Fuck this man knows how to touch.
He then brings his mouth down to my cock and teases the base of it. My whole body reacts and I turn stiff.
"Oh my God, Kyan, please," I beg, having enough of this teasing.
"Say that again." He says, his voice is deep.
"Please. Please, please, please, fuck."
He pulls back and grabs a condom from his pocket.
"You had that in your pocket this whole time?" I ask in shock.
"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this." He opens the wrapper with his mouth, smirking. "No idea."
He gently pulls down his underwear and his cock jolts out, throbbing with excitement and lust. Fuck, he's big. It's been a while, but I think I can take him.
He grabs a small bottle of lube also from his pocket and puts some on his fingers.
"Ready?" He asks.
"I'm just waiting on you, Kyan," I reply.
My whole body vibrates when he slowly slides a finger inside.
"Shit. Kyan, Jesus." I moan.
Then he slides in another, and he moves it around gently, casting waves of pleasure all over my body. I can't help but roll my eyes back.
"I'm going to get inside now." He warns and I nod as he holds the base of himself and guides his way in.
I burst into cries of gratification when his tip slowly thrusts inside me. He moans and throws his head back. And that's just the tip. Then he slowly pushes himself further until he's fully inside me. He leans on top of me and looks at me in the eye. His face is defined by the yellow lights. Sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes dilated.
"You okay? Relax around me." He whispers.
Tears form in my eyes from the pleasure. "Kyan..." I trail off.
He starts to thrust; slow, gentle, careful thrusts. Sending both of us into another dimension. Eventually, we pick up a rhythm and we move together like a puzzle meant to be together. His breaths are shallow, and his chest heaves every time he thrusts back inside me, the size and warmth of his cock all inside me.
An idea suddenly popped into my head. "Is that all you got?" I provoke him, even in the middle of our situation right now, there's still space for a little competition.
He bites his lip and looks at me playfully. "You want a bet?" He asks me, thrusting inside me after each word.
"Let's see who comes first." I challenge.
"We'll see about that." And he starts pounding inside me faster. He fucks me savagely, our bodies rubbing against eachother. His hands reach down my erection and he strokes me, up and down. I bite my hand to avoid screaming.
He looks down at me mischievously. "Not giving up?" He queries. I try to control my breathing. I shake my head and land my hands on his nipples and tease them. He sighs loudly and kisses me deeply.
As he continues to stroke me, my pre-come leaks out, causing me to dig my nails into his back. I try to control myself. I am not losing this bet.
So I wrap my legs around his hip and tighten myself, squeezing all of his inside me. His body weakens and he throws his head back. "Fuck, Theo. Oh, fuck. No. Stop."
But I don't, and when he attempts to stop thrusting on the verge of coming, I grind against him. "No, wait, you're going to make me-"
And then he moans hoarsely, afterward kisses me swiftly to silence himself. He moans against my mouth, my body full of warmth from his release. A full, satisfying feeling. He pulls back his hips and thrusts inside me one last time, hard. Then I release all of me and he grips my hand as I do, it landing on my stomach and hitting his chest. He sighs in pleasure.
"You always win." He laughs. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me sweetly, all of him still inside me.
When he pulls back, our eyes lock. There's a hint of something in his eyes; a mix of emotions I can't quite place. He looks at me as if he regrets what we've done, but like he doesn't at the same time. His scent is all over me now. His elegant, velvety smell I can't quite get enough of. Our bodies are hot against each other. He clears his throat.
"We should clean up." He offers and I agree. He pulls up gently, all of me relaxing, and grabs some wet tissues. He helps me wipe myself. His eyes wander all over my body as his ears turn red.
One can't deny how vulnerable and, well, intimate this moment is. I will say though.
I did not expect all of that.
It all happened too quickly. But all in all, I don't regret a single thing. I'm not certain if he reciprocates that feeling though.
We get back into our clothes, suddenly shy. After we dress in deafening silence, we get back to our desks and finish off for a couple of minutes.
When I turn off my computer, he does too. We make eye contact for a millisecond. He's probably fogged up from what happened. We ride the elevator together in silence.
Gosh, this is so awkward.
When we arrive at the parking lot, and as I open the door to my car, he calls out my name.
"Theoden."
I turn to face him. He's blushing and stuttering. A sight I never knew I would see Kyan Dy in.
"I don't regret it." He assures. And I melt. I smile warmly at him and nod.
"Likewise." I croak out, not knowing what to say. I should've said something better, but then we part ways and get home.
How did this happen?